Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.